Тексты песен Michael Sweet

(Philippians 1:6) Winter, cold and gray as my soul it is these days And purple, limped aside as it pawned my crown away Red rants and raves, it comes in waves once calmed by you And black always asks

I need You every hour, Most gracious Lord No tender voice like thine, can peace afford I need You, oh I need You every hour I need You every hour, in joy or pain Come quickly and abide, or life is vai

I'm not skilled to understand What God hath willed, what God hath planned, what God hath planned I only know at His right hand Stands The One who is My Savior I take Him at His word indeed Christ died

(Ezek. 11:19-21) Here I am standin', standin' in a foreign land On my own and all alone, I lost my one connection I had it all, all before, but then I had to roll the dice When my numbers, numbers fel

I woke up this morning and I saw the clouds above my head And I've felt this feeling so many times before I get so discouraged I don't want to rise up from my bed I've got to find peace, I don't want